I once met a man who shot a five-year-old boy.
His eyes were an abyss of insanity and rage.
He embraced the minions of Hell as old friends
When they came to reclaim possession of his soul.
Beyond the evil, a tiny flame inside of him burned
That screamed out against all he'd believed to be salvation.
Once, I thought he'd finally seen it . . .
But he only used it to light another joint.
